The Depth of Me
The depth of me
Glistens in my tears of joy
and traverses my tears of sorrow.
How I can embrace the one today
and face the other come the morrow.
The depth of me
surpasses the strength I find,
when I have reached the end of my rope.
When I believe I am forsaken,
yet I reach for that ray of hope.
The depth of me
awakens in my slumber
as dreams coalesce from needs.
I become more than I am today,
yet so much less than I can be
The depth of me
speaks softly for others ears,
whispering just what I want to show.
Staying within to heed the call.
I am so much more than you know.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2012
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